Granted, but you get shot (in a painful spot that doesn't kill you) by each one of their guns by their closest family member, and the last shot kills you. But you have to suffer through everyone but the lasts.

I wish I could eat whatever I want and not worry about gaining weight.

Granted, you keep losing weight normally though, and no matter what you eat, you just don't get the lost weight back. You eventually wither away and die.

Granted. You spend 10 years learning ninja arts. Unfortunately on your first day as a fully fledged ninja someone with a gun shoots and cripples you because your shuriken was too weak for this day and age. You'll never walk again. (And I think people will hear you rolling around on your wheel chair, so it's safe to say your ninja days are over.)

I wish Plankton would just die already in Spongebob and they wouldn't have to constantly worry about his Krabby-Patty-stealing schemes.

Granted, but the knowledge drives you insane and you spend the remainder of your short life slamming headfirst into whatever nearby objects you can find. It finally goes wrong when you decide a moving train looks like a great target.

Granted, but the knowledge drives you insane and you spend the remainder of your short life slamming headfirst into whatever nearby objects you can find. It finally goes wrong when you decide a moving train looks like a great target.

I wish I didn't get tired and never had to sleep.

Granted - But now the effects of no sleep are 100 times worse than normal

Granted, you take out a loan and borrow money from family members to pay off the new house you buy. One year in you find out your GF has been cheating on you and youre forced to leave her and through some law she ends up getting the house and you keep the debt.

Granted, you take out a loan and borrow money from family members to pay off the new house you buy. One year in you find out your GF has been cheating on you and youre forced to leave her and through some law she ends up getting the house and you keep the debt.

I wish I had a box of Honey Nut Cheerios.

Granted. As you open the box of Honey Nut Cheerios, you find they are recently castrated sheep testicles covered in honey with, with some very pissed off bees for good measure.

I wish for the ability for my hands to meld into the flesh of other people in order to operate on them without having to make an incision.